I glanced at my watch. Five minutes to closing. Exhaustion clawed at me. Another Saturday on stilettos sinking into pure wool carpet. ‘Madame’ insisted on flats. Smiles. ‘Yes, Madame.’ ‘Of course, Sir.’ For cherry stems. They rarely bought.
I sighed, shelving heavy silver platters. That last couple. Young. Married. Him, soft-spoken, making her try the full collection. First time in my career at this high-end tableware haven. Polished silver gleamed under crystal chandeliers. Opulent cases of heirloom pieces for the elite.
The Privilege
He’d snatch a platter. Hold it at arm’s length. Tilt his head back. Mirroring himself? No. Sneaky glances. Under my flared skirt. I froze. Gray eyes wide. A voyeur?
His wife chattered. I answered, glancing away. She noticed nothing. I watched closer. He grabbed the fish service platter. Lowered it. I bent for a silver tureen. In the reflection: my stocking-clad legs. Thigh bulge. Red thong. Plump ass cheeks.
‘Pig,’ I thought. Fine. Want a show? I opened the deep drawer. Tilted platters. Positioned perfectly. Reflections beamed my lingerie under spotlights. I winked at him. Playful complicity. ‘Enjoy, naughty boy.’
He smiled. Then: ‘Darling, look at this collection.’ She leaned over the counter. Full view. My ass. Red string. Stockings. In silver mirror glory.
Blood drained from my face. Cheeks burned. I moved to pull away. She gripped my wrist. Firm. Staring. No escape. Boss busy with an old regular. Madame at the register, blind to our corner.
Her grip loosened. I shifted. Outraged glare. She just smiled. I presented another platter. Hands shaky. Then she mirrored me. Bent over the drawer. Exactly my pose.
Curiosity won. I peeked. No panties. Gray self-hold stockings to mid-thigh. Bare above. Firm, tanned ass. Bikini tan line. Shaved mound. She spread legs slightly. Knelt a bit. Her pussy: bare apricot. Brown lips protruding. Hanging. Slick with juices under the lights.
Slut. Exhibitionists. Breath caught. Trembling. Stammering sales pitch. Eyes locked on her wet folds. Heat flooded my belly. Clit stiffened. Arousal wave I knew too well. Here? In the store? Her naked intimacy ignited me.
‘Madame!’ Her voice snapped me back. Closing time. I grabbed coat and bag. Slipped out.
Two steps out. Soft hand on shoulder. Her. ‘Isabelle. A quick drink?’ Hesitant. Curious. Why not?
Into the smoky bistro next door. Leather banquettes. Dim amber lights. Him waiting. Achille. Fine manicured hand. Gold wedding band. Signet ring. ‘Please, sit.’
The Excess
We faced off. ‘Thank you for earlier,’ Isabelle purred. ‘We love those thrills. Rare boutiques allow it.’ ‘Your vice?’ I smirked. They grinned.
‘Did it shock you?’ ‘Surprised.’ ‘Excite you?’ Achille pressed. I flushed. Her pussy replayed. My thong soaked then. Still damp now.
Isabelle leaned in. Full breasts on marble table. ‘Me? I fingered myself in the restroom.’ Old man nearby choked on his drink. Beet red. Achille smirked, hand in pocket.
Alcohol loosened me. ‘Your shaved pussy. Juicy lips. Dripping. Yes. Terribly arousing.’ They beamed. His hand on her thigh. Kneading.
‘What did you feel?’ ‘Soaked thong. No relief.’ Isabelle stood. ‘Come.’ Took my hand. To restrooms.
She pushed into a stall. Locked. Kissed me hard. Tongue invaded. Velvet lips. Salty sweet. First girl kiss. In toilets. Fire exploded low.
Hands on my small tits. No bra. Nipples hardened. Gasps escaped. Her hand up my skirt. Silk stockings shivered under touch. Fingers brushed bare thigh. Pushed thong aside. Expert nail on clit. Teasing. Circling.
I buckled. Hips bucked. Thumb plunged in. Wet. Burning. I clawed her neck. Returned the kiss. Hands under her skirt. Naked ass. Firm. Elastic. Gripped cheeks. Spread. Pulled to me.
She moaned into my mouth. My fingers fumbled her sopping slit. She ground down. Rhythm frantic. Against walls. Climax ripped us. Shuddering. Soaked.
Soft kiss. ‘Thanks.’ We fixed skirts.
Achille waited. Led us out. On sidewalk: ‘Delighted. Until next time.’ Pulled Isabelle away. She waved. Gone.
Stunned. Alone. Lips swollen. Clit throbbing. Unfinished hunger. Elite games leave you craving more.
